Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Albania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Stiv Bators to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Barbara Tucker,
John Foxx,
Roxy Music,
The Searchers,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
the Bar-Kays,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
The Associates,
The Victims,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Half Japanese,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gabor Szabo,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.